A Guest for the Gallows

It is not often that I feel as well slept when I rise at 4 a.m. Sunday morning as I feel that I should, and it was no exception this time either.

I was not on my way ─ a hike to Save-On-Foods at Fleetwood ─ until maybe 6:20 a.m. My wife had risen to use the bathroom once in the time I was home.

If my memory is not failing too badly, the round trip may exceed six miles by a little; and I chose that store because even though another branch is nearer, the closer one does not sell alcohol, and I wanted to buy a half dozen cans of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol) with my other purchases.

I was only to buy three other items ─ a dozen eggs, organic carrots, and organic oranges ─ but even before I had gotten to the store, I was suspicious of the recurring lameness of my lower left leg and foot presenting.

The load of my four purchases served to bring on the condition to some degree, impeding my pace.

As well, even though it had been overcast on the way to the store, I was still beginning to perspire; on the return, some sunshine was behind me, and perspiration was accumulating upon my face.

Naturally my torso was damp beneath my denim jacket.

All in all, the hike proved brutal enough. No one was yet up when I got back, so I wasted little time in getting my woebegone carcass back to bed. I don't think it was yet 9 a.m., and I was to remain abed until 10:30 a.m., believing I could hear the T.V. playing.

I was wrong. My brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom.

That walk truly beat me up. I want to have an evening walk, but recovery today has been discouragingly slow. As well, I am feeling uneasy due to last night's post-Sabbath-fast supper that was heavier than I found I had needed, only to be almost immediately afterwards going to bed.

I feel a little 'unsettled'.

I was tempted to stop on my walk home this morning to rest and drink a cider, but I resisted. Even after getting home, I felt like quaffing one just prior to my return to bed as a remedy to help in my settlement; but that seemed like something of a waste in view of the pains it took me to haul the cider home.

Anyway, just before my brother emerged from his bedroom this morning, I was early into the latest video from two days ago at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: Ignorance Winning We Must Take This Evil Down Now.

It was nothing revelatory ─ just Christopher's usual threatening and mean-mouthing of people I very much respect. This is becoming most tiresome. Even some of his mini-topics were old news to me. My brother has grown to greatly dislike Christopher's repetitive rants show after show, with never an apparent move towards effecting change. And this was why I began playing the video before he had yet joined me ─ a minimization of his exposure.

I also skip through some of Christopher's videos, for I do not need to keep seeing his same intros and closures, nor hear him thanking individual donors. I am also not interested in hearing his pitches for therapies and products he espouses.

I may yet just drop his videos if he doesn't get anywhere new. He's a bloody downer, and nothing more.

We were also to watch an 11-minute (11:37) video published yesterday at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Canada's School Food Program has no food.

How is it that the school food program has no food? Hasn't served a meal yet.
How is it that Pharmacare only highlights contraception and diabetes meds?

I next just played an old episode of The Adventures of Robin Hood ─ it was apparently episode six ("A Guest for the Gallows") of the first season. I don't know what's going on at Wikipedia, but they seem to think that there is a different episode six ("The Inquisitor"). IMDb lists that one as episode 33.

Further proof that "A Guest for the Gallows" is the sixth episode is a source for it here at RerunCentury.com.

After the episode it was time for some bed rest by my brother. I had a meal before seeking my needed nap, but my wife had been up for some while and approached me as I was eating to enquire if her eldest son had contributed towards the annual property taxes that are due on Tuesday.

I said that he had not, but then realized that I had not checked my account since Friday, so I logged into it online and there saw that he had ... thankfully. I had been thinking that I was not going to be able to pay as much as usual towards two credit card billings on balances that my wife blew up a few years ago, but maybe I shall be able to after all.

That lad had been away for the weekend camping somewhere with his girlfriend. They returned while I was having that meal here at my bedside computer, and the lass was apparently here for several hours (I never ventured downstairs to socialize).

My brother must have seen her, for when he was set to leave for the day early this afternoon, he and the lad conversed for a time concerning the camping.

My wife had to work the latter part of today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, but she left while I was having my nap ─ I was abed for over 1½ hours, not rising until 3:15 p.m. or so.

The afternoon became rather sunny, so maybe some sunny days are just ahead. However, I see now this late afternoon that there is again fairly extensive clouding.

I believe that schools are now over for the Summer holidays until the new term in early September. I am hoping this may see me getting some daytime walking in, but it's going to be dependent upon my damned recurring lameness straightening out ─ I cannot be out there hobbling around in the brilliance of day.

I must mention that last evening as I expended time awaiting the arrival of sufficient darkness that I could break my Sabbath fast, I tuned in a 54-minute (54:05) video uploaded July 1, 2023, to YouTube's Blume channel: MIMI: Intersex Activist | Interesting & SeXY : Episode 3.

Welcome to Interesting and SeXY, a podcast dedicated to spreading the awareness and visibility of intersex people, as well as discussing and sharing issues / experiences about Queer life, being different and all other things interesting and sexy.  

Today's episode is our first interview starring Mimi! We have the privilege of diving into the incredible journey of Mimi, an intersex rights activist who fearlessly advocates for the recognition and support of intersex individuals. In this enlightening conversation, Mimi shares her personal story, shedding light on the unique challenges and triumphs she has experienced as someone with 17-beta hydroxysteroid dehydrogenase deficiency (17-beta-HSD). Through her powerful narrative, Mimi underscores the importance of raising awareness and fostering a compassionate environment for intersex people. Join us as we explore Mimi's inspiring journey and gain invaluable insights into the path towards acceptance and inclusion.

It had its moments, but it was nowhere as near as interesting as were the first two episodes when "Blume" talked about herself. In truth, I became rather drowsy as I waited through this episode, and lost any focus for some of it. I even failed to comprehend the guest's ("Mimi") specific condition because of the drowsiness. I just now took a look at Wikipedia's description and see that it is tailored towards clinicians and not laypeople, so I'm not about to take the time to struggle with understanding it.

My early evening saw me use our Android TV Box to tune in on T.V. FBI: Most Wanted ─ episode five ("Chains") of season four. That was a darned good show, and gave me some missing appreciation for character "Gibson".

During it I drank a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and my last can of Old Milwaukee (4.5% alcohol).

The intention thereafter was to watch Cybill ─ episode five ("Like Family") of season four. Due to difficulty locating a working link for the episode, I retired here to my computer and watched it at this link at UKDEVILZ.com.

It is fortunate that I came here because I decided to sup instead of having a cider; but also, my brother showed up just as I began the video. I would have been unable to watch it on T.V. or else I would have been tied up with him for the evening.

It is now already after 9 p.m., so I am soon to ready for my walk. I believe that I will only have the walk and not actually include any destination ─ I had thought to do some further grocery shopping, but I do not wish to find myself pressed for time ere the store's closure.

Stop Eating

For whatever reason, I rarely get to bed ─ when I want to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk ─ any time at nor soon after 9:30 p.m.

And so it was last evening. If I am remembering correctly, it had just passed 10 p.m., so I set my alarm for 2 a.m. because I sleep badly enough as it is and do not need to be diminishing my time in bed.

Upon rising and then beginning to ready following a needed urination ─ I had seen that my youngest stepson was probably still up from bed downstairs, so I pulled my bedroom door nearly closed when I had returned to my room ─ someone came upstairs to the bathroom and was soon showering.

My youngest stepson, for his mother had not come home following finishing work last evening at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

And then I heard her come into the house.

After she came upstairs to her bedroom, I was essentially set to go on my walk, so I slipped away unnoticed, not desiring any sort of delay.

It was 2:15 a.m. once I was outside under lightly overcast sky and set to be on my way.

I made my usual stop three or so blocks from here to exercise at an elementary school playground. The gymnastics-style rings were out of commission due to vandals having wrapped the chains of alternating rings around the very high support bar, so the final two sets of pull-ups on the rings were going to have to be performed on a couple of the jungle gym monkey bars instead.

I always tackle six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, the middle two sets being the chin-ups.

Last night's totals were as follows: 7-2-3-2-2-2. I had begun wondering if recent openings of seven pull-ups were a temporary fluke, for my last two or three sessions only resulted in six pull-ups; thus, hitting seven again was comforting.

And I held the final pull-up between a pair of bars for a 30-count ─ holding a pull-up between the bars is much easier than doing so between a pair of unsteady rings.

Naturally, I finished up with a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp before putting my jacket back on and getting on my way.

There was to be a two-part incident that wasted some of my time.

I had come along 97-B Avenue to Fraser Highway (Google Map) and was to turn right on that highway; but just as I was about to do that, a pair of guys coming along Fraser Highway from King George Boulevard had just reached that same intersection I was at.

This compelled me to apply some acceleration, for I had no desire to be overtaken nor having any association thrust upon me. I am not out there to meet people ... although an attractive woman would always be welcome!

Without looking back behind me as I walked, I could only judge that I was at least keeping distance, if not actually increasing it.

After following that curve of Fraser Highway that can be seen on the map, I decided to just cross to the opposite side of the highway at where you can see Quibble Creek Greenway. Well, I had no sooner made the crossing than I saw ahead of me some clearly wasted drunk or druggie barely staggering in my direction.

This clown was fairly long-haired and had his jacket tied around his waist like 'Jughead Jones', and was staggering so badly that he was stepping across the width of the sidewalk as often as he would move forward, sometimes standing still as if to gain balance, and meantime bent over at the shoulders with his head and longish hair hanging down.

So back across the highway I went to avoid this fool.

Once I had progressed past him, I returned to his side of the highway and continued.

But I looked back and spent a few minutes gauging what was happening, for the two guys who had been following me of course saw this staggering fool and actually crossed the highway over to him. As they did so, I noticed that the lead fellow had that furtive bent posture of a street person who probably does a lot of drugs himself.

Initially I wondered if a mugging was about to be played out. Even in probable socialization, the lone wasted character was still staggering all about on the sidewalk. It appeared that the other two guys might be more of less accompanying the guy ─ at least as far as the mouth of that Quibble Creek Greenway. At that point they were out of sight.

I wondered if the two guys had lulled or shepherded the staggering fool onto that unlit paved Greenway and were going to assault him?

It all had nothing to do with me, so I carried on with my walk.

Well, about an hour later I chose to come down that Greenway from 100th Avenue (Google Map) on the return leg of my walk, which is more or less almost a rectangular route. Was I going to find a body?

Some distance before reaching Fraser Highway I could see some debris down by the mouth of the Greenway, but I was too far to make out what it might be.

As I drew nearer, a larger mass did appear to be sufficient to be a human form.

Then as I was almost to that area, I saw movement of an arm ─ I was looking at someone lying upon his side, not quite in a fetal position. And over is the grass nearby was another human form lying.

I never noticed a third form, but it was still fairly dark and someone else could also be lying in the grass.

Or maybe the staggerer was more endurable and was actually neither of the two forms I saw ─ he may have shared whatever drugs he had with the two guys who had approached him, and they just couldn't handle it like he could.

I have no idea. As I said, maybe all three of them were thereabouts, but I just didn't see the third guy.

I just hoofed on past the fellow almost curled up on the Greenway and I carried on for home. It would soon enough be dawn and all manner of people would be walking by there on their way to SkyTrain (King George Station), which probably starts running just past 5 a.m.

It was 4:22 a.m. by the time I was back home, and I was to bed fairly close to 6 a.m.

Later in the morning around 9 a.m. I heard my younger brother unlocking and opening the front door to retrieve the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, so I knew he would be involved checking through it before he bothered with any T.V.

It took me a while luxuriating in the comfort of bed before I was able to get myself up and out of it. My Sabbath fast did not leave me much motivation, apart from the black unsweetened instant coffee I would be boiling water for (and the aspirin I would be washing down).

Once I heard my brother turn on the T.V. I finally came downstairs and joined him, boiling that coffee water.

He turned the T.V. over to me just ahead of 10 a.m. so that I could operate our Android TV Box ─ in doing so, he confessed to having slept badly overnight, and claimed to have heard me moving about the upstairs.

I opened up our viewing with Odessa Orlewicz's latest ─ a 28-minute (28:25) video published yesterday: Another Event 201? Nefarious International Bird Flu Summit Soon Rehearsing Civil Uprisings, Morgue Overflow, Human Vaccines, Mass Fatalities ,Quarantine, Communications Disruptions & Chicken Slaughter. Must Pay To Play With The Big Boys.

A healthcare worker is blowing the whistle that this looks nefarious. She thinks the CDC and WHO may be behind it. They are not showing who is behind this massive international event in Washington, DC involving international "stakeholders," health authorities, and tech companies. They are looking for the most "sensitive" screening tests possible. Rehearsals for mass vax of humans, travel requirements, mass fatality, pets, quarantining, morgue overflow, military help, carcass overflow & slaughter and more. Are they seriously going to do this again? Looks like it.

Then I tuned in a 47-minute (47:44) video uploaded August 16, 2016, to YouTube's Real Stories channel: My Kid Can't Stop Eating (Childhood Obesity Documentary) | Real Stories.

Everyone needs food to live, but there is a group of people who, without intervention, could literally eat themselves to death.

This last one had ended at nigh 11:30 a.m. and I planned to play one further video, but my brother announced that he was returning to his bedroom for further rest.

I repaired to my bedroom's bedside computer to check up on anything before seeking a nap, but very soon thereafter I got comfortable at my computer my youngest stepson came upstairs and began rapping on his mother's bedroom door and calling through it to her.

It was a Thai conversation, and she sounded quite unhappy with the disruption. I took that as my cue to have my nap.

I bet I was abed nearer three hours than 2½ ─ fasting really takes it out of me! My wife seemed just about to shower, but no one else was home. I saw the lawnmower sitting on the back lawn, and both sheds open, so I wondered if maybe ... well, I didn't really know what to think. A few strips of the tall grass had been mowed ─ was it by my brother?

My wife was to have another latter-day working at the restaurant, so she finally left here before 3:15 p.m. But before she did, her youngest son texted me to put away the lawnmower because he likely would not be back home until around 9 p.m.

As I was doing so, I felt the beginning of some rain.

He reported that he had managed to pass a motorcycle skill test; and this evening he would be part of a group taking a practice tour (so good luck on the weather).

His mother told me that she had taken him for what she believed was a riding class; thus we both are wondering what his passing of a skill test signifies ─ does he now already have the equivalent of a learner's permit? She said that he had previously passed some sort of online course.

His older brother has possessed a Harley-Davidson since Spring 2020 when he surprised us all by riding it home from somewhere. Does this mean that the younger lad will now occasionally be taking it for rides (he does not own a car)?

Answers to come in due time.

When my wife left for work, I finished watching the extremely intriguing second introductory video of a beautiful Australian 'intersex' woman ─ I simply cannot refer to this exceptionally attractive person as being anything else but a woman, for until she was 16 and facing hernia surgery, even she and her parents did not realize that she was not an actual girl.

This second part of her introduction at 42 minutes (42:44) is almost twice as long as the first video, but I think she is amazing and I would love to see so much more of her: Born without a V4GINA FAQ's | Interesting & SeXY : Episode 2.

In fact, since it is approaching 8 p.m. and I already have my supper here in my bedroom in case my younger brother returns home early ─ I intend to rise at 4 a.m., so I have no intention of sitting up late with him drinking and watching our shows ─ I may just watch another of this girl's videos.

So for now, I am going to take a break. If I find myself with anything further to append to this post, I shall do so. Otherwise, I will just publish it later this evening.

I must mention today's fasting body weight just ahead of 6 p.m. ─ totally naked I was at most 178 pounds, or possibly as low as 177 pounds. To be honest, I had been afraid that I might hit at least as much as 180 pounds.

Maid Marian

X (formerly Twitter): Dr. Aseem Malhotra

Even having eaten a chicken drumstick with thigh early last evening (that my youngest stepson had provided me) before having the two cans of beer that I wrote of in yesterday's post, I was pronouncedly drunk such that had I the foresight to have brought some further drink with me, I was entertaining notions of such a walk that I would find myself wending through Whalley's backstreets in a bid to encounter a worthy 'working girl'.

But somehow sense was not entirely lost and I held to my boring usual five-mile+ walk. Unfortunately, just as I had left 148th Street and was beginning West down 96th Avenue (Google Map), I had the misfortune to almost immediately meet up with Charles "Stickman" McCarthy (if I am remembering his last name correctly).

Homeless Charles is a nice chap, and not a panhandler; but I had no time. I was eager to get home again to watch some T.V. and have a couple Cariboo Malts (8% alcohol), for at that point my walk was over half finished. I had also planned that I might undergo some brief exercise at the elementary school playground very near to home.

However, Charles was clearly in the mood for society, and soon enough on his wild conversational tangents that are difficult to bring him forth from, and impossible to comprehend.

He had been bound in a direction opposite to mine, but tying up with me, he was reluctant to part and slowly accompanied me for possibly darned near ¾ or more of a mile, dawdling along the way.

Early into our unplanned tryst, the time had been 10:53 p.m.

By the time we finally separated and I very much hustled the final 1½ or better miles for home, it was 12:18 a.m. once I was back. Originally when I left home, I had thought that I would be back by about 11:30 p.m.

Fortunately, I never suffered lower left leg and foot lameness despite my accelerated pace.

I found my brother conscious; and my wife was home from her Thai restaurant work, and was primarily shut up in her bedroom.

I was anxious to get Yellowstone playing on T.V. via our Android TV Box and a beer giving me the elevation that had long since burned off from the earlier drinks, but I knew that there would be no second show despite what I had hoped earlier in the evening.

The episode we watched was season three's episode eight ("I Killed a Man Today"). Unfortunately, my brother was essentially stupid drunk, and kept interrupting with nonsense observations and questions. For instance, we have watched every episode from the beginning, yet he had to ask me if the figure of lovely Indian lass Monica was the gal married to Kayce (old man Dutton's favourite son); if Beth was the sister of the two Dutton boys; and even if Jamie and Kayce Dutton were the two main brothers ─ he's just so damned senseless when he drinks.

He'll probably remember nothing of the show by the time we get around to the next episode.

After he went to bed, I had some supper. I blame it for spoiling the last part of my night's sleep come early daylight ─ I must stop eating so darned late. I don't recall when I got to bed, but it was likely around 2 a.m. or more.

I was first awake shortly past 6 a.m., but I kept seeking further bouts of sleep until I finally rose around 8:30 a.m.

I was to get control of the T.V. because my brother never emerged from his bedroom until after 10:30 a.m., which only left us time for one planned (by me) video via our Android TV Box. The video was 54 minutes, and had been uploaded March 17, 2020, to YouTube's FRONTLINE PBS | Official channel: Being Mortal (full documentary) | FRONTLINE.

How do you talk about death with a dying loved one? Dr. Atul Gawande explores death, dying and why even doctors struggle to discuss being mortal with patients, in this Emmy-nominated documentary.

“Aging and dying — you can’t fix those," says Dr. Gawande. This film examines the relationships between doctors and patients nearing the end of life, and how the medical profession can better help people navigate mortality. The ultimate goal, after all, is not a good death but a good life — to the very end.

It was strong ─ it made me reflect.

We did watch one other show that I had previously recorded ─ The Adventures of Robin Hood. Specifically, the episode was: The Adventures of Robin Hood 1950's TV Series / S01E05 "Maid Marian".

However, my source at BitChute has since become unavailable. Nevertheless, I located the episode at this RerunCentury.com link.

The actress portraying Maid Marian was Bernadette O'Farrell, who apparently died of cancer in 1999 at the age of 75. She was certainly a cute Maid Marian.

My wife rose for the day while my brother and I were watching a wind-up YouTube video before he sought bed rest; I also sought a nap ─ without having eaten. I was not feeling hungry.

I was probably not in bed too far over an hour, but my brother was gone for the day by then. My wife had to work the latter part of today, but she didn't leave on her drive until 3:30 p.m.

I waited until some while later before finally eating aught.

The day has had a lot of sunshine, but even if I felt myself to have the time for any sunning, I am reluctant when my wife is home. Besides, I am feeling 'off' today.

I will be commencing a Sabbath fast before sunset, so I want to eat a little more before then. But I also want to have a couple of beers.

I hope to be rising at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk, thus it will not be a late evening for me.

And sup and beer I did! I watched FBI ─ episode 22 ("Torn") of season five, during which I had two cans of Cariboo Malt. It was so darned hard not drinking anything else, but I feared repetitive urination, and I did not have any desire to leave my bedroom once I was here for the relative night.

I got most of the way through a nearly equally long YouTube video, but my brother arrived home, forcing me to shut everything down and escape to the upstairs. I will report on the excellent video once I have seen it.

It is now 9:57 p.m., damn it; so I must take my bow for this day. My cellphone alarm is going to have to be set for 2 a.m., and not 1:30 a.m.

The Guardian

Just ahead of 4 p.m. this afternoon I had an impromptu heart-to-heart chat with my youngest stepson after he had answered the door and dealt with someone representing a realty company hosting an open house ─ within the reasonable area where we live ─ for two homes, each selling for $1.3 million.

My stepson said that he had previously learned that one of our immediate neighbours had bought their house for the same amount.

This realty agent apparently asked my stepson if he was interested in getting a quote on what our property would be projected as being worth, so the lad gave him his phone number.

He is aligned with me in the sense that he fully believes that the real estate 'bubble' is going to burst very soon, while the economy also will be collapsing and he and his brother will likely be losing their jobs.

He wants us to sell while we can still get a high price. As it is, we're paying far too much in property taxes for absolutely nothing, and the mortgage is never going to be paid off ─ not in my lifetime, in all likelihood.

So he wants me again to bring up the topic with my younger brother of selling.

My brother has watched enough videos with me that he understand the economy and society itself are likely going to crash to a catastrophic level. But all my brother seems to carry about after we watch our videos each latter morning is to take off each and every early afternoon to go drinking until he drags his drunken ass home sometime in the evening when he will continue his drinking here into the a.m. ─ often as not, passing out for various lengths of time.

He is afraid to sell the house because he cannot bear not to have drinking buddies near at hand ─ he knows that it is my desire to move far away from this part of the country. Obviously he does not have to accompany me, but he is afraid to be on his own.

And so we have this ongoing inertia on his part while we all more or less remain in our expensive prison.

My wife came home this late morning and smartly retired to bed, not rising until I was having my early afternoon nap (my brother had by then gone for the day to drink). After I rose from my nap, she hit me up to transfer $800 to someone on her behalf, promising that she would repay me by July 8th at likely the latest.

Well, it had slipped my mind that today had been our fortnightly mortgage day. And on top of that, our annual property taxes are due next Tuesday.

Fortunately my youngest stepson overheard my stressing these things to his mother, so he transferred enough that at least I now have sufficient for those property taxes.

Suffice to say in all of this, I will update my brother tomorrow morning about the talk my youngest stepson had with the realty agent this afternoon, and stress that we cannot keep living here another year.

But it will be the dissolution of our household. My wife will never move away with me; and neither of my two stepsons can move away from their employment (nor their girlfriends!). The only reason that I would throw in with my brother in leaving these parts is because I do not drive. Thus, unless I had considerable means to be able to afford some manner of shipping, I would have to abandon most of what I own.

Otherwise, my brother and I have nothing in common except blood. He is not someone I want to have to keep living with if all he cares to do is get stupid-drunk every day of his life.

Anyway, I had my early a.m. five-mile+ walk overnight, rising at 1:45 a.m. to ready for it. When I did rise, I found myself feeling about ready to develop an eyestrain-type headache ─ probably the migraine-like aura that I have had present itself over the past two dozen or so years.

I am not sleeping correctly ─ plain and simple.

When I was all set to leave, my full clothed weight was about 189 pounds with my jacket on; and 185 pounds without the jacket.

It was 2:24 a.m. once I was outside and set to go.

The periods of light rain yesterday had their traces virtually all dried up, although once I got to the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here, the equipment still had droplets of water hanging from the otherwise dry metal bars.

I did not feel like exercising, but I stripped off my jacket for the half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, and managed the usual repetitions: 6-2-3-2-2-2.

The final two pull-ups were between a pair of bars because vandals had succeeded in wrapping the high chains of the gymnastics-style rings around the large support bar and they were thus far beyond my reach.

When I had one set remaining on those bars I was doing pull-ups with, I suddenly became aware that somebody had encroached from the same direction that I had come. In the gloom this person seemed almost inclined to approach, and even seemed to stop; but he may have decided to remain distant and then continue out of sight.

I refused to abort my exercising and had those final two pull-ups, and nearly comfortably held the very last pull-up for a 25-count.

And then I had a dozen slow, full-range declined push-ups on a cement ramp.

Very soon after I continued on my way, I detected the occasional faint speck of moisture. Eventually these faint specks gradually increased in numbers; and ultimately during the last 1½ miles or so, the pavement had begun to become wet once again.

It was to be another wet morning; and I am unsure if we ever did have any attempt at drying, for there always seemed a recurrence of very light rain.

It was 4:30 a.m. by the time I was home from last night's walk; and I was not to bed until maybe 6:10 a.m.

My morning began around 8:30 to 8:45 a.m., and still I had that vague sense of an impending headache. But I was up before my brother, and had access to the T.V. when he finally emerged from his bedroom around 9:30 a.m.

We were to watch just two videos via our Android TV Box.

I led us off with one 17 minutes long (17:25) that had been published yesterday at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Liberal loss in Toronto St. Paul and how Vassy Kapelos keeps them in check.

All we had time for thereafter was a 1¾-hour (1:50:48) video published yesterday by Odessa Orlewicz: See How Every Aspect Of Canada Is Being Funded By Big Pharma - With Christine Colebeck.

This is the full 2 hour interview version. Christine was a working nurse in Canada who's baby died from a vaccine and her other son had lifelong neurological damage. 30 years ago she began her journey into discovering the horror as to why the pharmaceutical giants have a noose around the necks of our politicians, universities, hospitals, scientists, and doctors. Christine names some past and current names involved in the pushing of the agenda and shows when and how this all started. This is an important episode to save for your files in our fight to reclaim Canada. Please share this information WIDELY. (Links for this episode are at the bottom.)

Those links are not live at that source ─ go here to Rumble for active links and not mere text.

My brother sought some bed rest quite soon following the video. I had a meal, and then was to bed as well.

Today was his day to catch a bus or two in order to rendezvous with one to three drinking buddies at a pub.

I have plans of an evening walk ─ with no purpose other than the walk. This will free me up to watch some T.V. late into the evening with my brother.

This has been a bath day, so I dealt with that at the start of evening.

Things outdoors seem to have gone a long ways towards drying, but the sky has been heavily overcast. We shall see how that outing does go.

Meantime, I had myself a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Old Milwaukee (4.5% alcohol) while watching two shows.

First was the pilot episode of The Guardian from late September 2001. I believe that I may have watched an episode or two of the series back when it was current, but never got into it.

That pilot episode? Wow!

The second show was a YouTube video of nearly a half hour's duration (28:55) from April 26, 2003: I was born 'Male' but I'm not Trans | Interesting & SeXY : Episode 1.

Again, wow!

I truly want to discuss this video, but I have no time.

My brother is home, and it is 9:33 p.m. ─ I am still leaving on the walk.

Separating Fact from Fiction

Last evening's walk turned out to be to the Green Timbers Liquor Store where I parted with $35 for another 1½ dozen cans of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol). I was still feeling pretty corned from what I had drunk prior to the walk ─ that held even on the walk back home.

But I resisted refuelling on the way back. However, the task of toting the weight was such that I fully intended upon taking a rest along the route home, but the one point where I actually had a bench happened to be outside a high-rise where ─ as my typically infernal luck was to have it ─ some guy emerged right then with his female dog that was bursting for a pee, so I kept upon my way.

I arrived home to find that my wife had gotten back after her full day working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time; and my younger brother was also home, watching T.V.

After I eventually joined him and quickly got his invitation to put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in The Orville ─ episode three ("Mortality Paradox") of season three.

Since his request thereafter was for "something short", I tuned in The Conners ─ episode four ("Parent Traps and Heart Attacks") of season five.

My brother was quite prompt after that in retiring to his bedroom for the night. I may even have made it to bed by 2 a.m., having only added two further cans of Cariboo Malt to my evening's total of drink.

I found my sleep broken such that shortly after 6 a.m. I checked the time, but that was too early to be considering getting up. I sought further sleep, and never checked the time again until possibly around 8:40 a.m.

My brother was not yet out of his bedroom, but he soon enough was and thus got control of the T.V.

I was not able to put our Android TV Box into action until just about 9:20 a.m. My choice was a 1¾-minute (1:48:59) video published earlier today to BitChute's TheCrowhouse channel: Reality Control.

Host Max Igan is so wandering that it is impossible to provide a proper description of his videos. For me, though, his anti-Jewish penchant becomes so damned tedious.

My brother took leave shortly after 10:30 a.m. for further bed rest. I was later to just let the video play while I involved myself with other things; and even after I returned to it, almost aghast that it still wasn't over, I got so bloody annoyed when Max started taking his leave when I could see that the video was still scheduled to run another 39 minutes.

I'm getting fed up with this rambling by Max ─ his videos become drivel. I tried to endure it to the end, but I could not quite last that long. I killed the show during a musical parody.

My brother emerged from his bedroom shortly before noon, and apparently had designs of dealing with our overgrown lawns.

I could see him starting off with a string trimmer for the boundaries ─ he was at work some time; and then early into the noon hour, the overcast skies began to rain.

That was when I decided to seek my needed afternoon nap.

I was to be abed until 2:30 p.m., by which time my brother was gone for the day. My wife was up, though, and involved in considerable cooking.

She was scheduled to work the latter part of the day, but she did not leave on her fairly long drive until a tad past 3:30 p.m.

At the time, I was watching a 25-minute (25:22) video published June 18 at Rumble's PeterMcCulloughMD channel: Bird Flu: Separating Fact from Fiction, Produced by the McCullough Foundation.

Don't be fooled by the government narrative, mass indiscriminate H5N1 PCR testing, culling, and avian influenza vaccine campaigns. Get armed with the facts about the role of human agency in the outbreak, fear-mongering, unnecessary food supply constraints, and reasonable protection measures. Share to support the McCullough Foundation, June 17, 2024.

We had quite a lot of rain, but it never seemed intense. I do not know what to expect when I have my wee a.m. five-mile+ walk ─ I am typing these words at mid-evening. Soon I must get to bed.

I felt like some drink earlier, so I tuned in Katy Keene ─ episode five ("Chapter Five: Song for a Winter's Night") ─ drinking a can each of Cariboo Malt and Old Milwaukee (4.5% alcohol) before having my supper once the episode was done.

I had attempted to watch the episode on T.V. using three different streaming apps, but the links only seemed to include marginally compressed versions of the video in which the visuals were distorted, so I resorted to a browser app and possibly used this link at M4uHD.net.

It is now 9:24 p.m. ─ I must quit and get to bed smartly, for I would like to rise at 1:30 a.m.

Clean

After publishing yesterday's post, I was to remember the name of the old documentary that I had watched with my younger brother about American nuclear bomb experimentation. At 42 minutes (42:51), it had been published October 10, 2020, to BitChute's bluedemon218 channel: Operation Crossroads.

Operation Crossroads was a pair of nuclear weapon tests conducted by the United States at Bikini Atoll in mid-1946. They were the first nuclear weapon tests since Trinity in July 1945, and the first detonations of nuclear devices since the atomic bombing of Nagasaki on August 9, 1945. The purpose of the tests was to investigate the effect of nuclear weapons on warships.

The Crossroads tests were the first of many nuclear tests held in the Marshall Islands, and the first to be publicly announced beforehand and observed by an invited audience, including a large press corps. They were conducted by Joint Army/Navy Task Force One, headed by Vice Admiral William H. P. Blandy rather than by the Manhattan Project, which had developed nuclear weapons during World War II. A fleet of 95 target ships was assembled in Bikini Lagoon and hit with two detonations of Fat Man plutonium implosion-type nuclear weapons of the kind dropped on Nagasaki, each with a yield of 23 kilotons of TNT (96 TJ).

I was also to possibly learn why my eldest stepson did not mow the lawn. When I was getting set to call it an evening, I realized that he had his girlfriend here with him.

However, here it is towards the end of the afternoon, and the two lawns are still not mowed. I am reluctant to sun because the grass and weeds are so tall that by trampling any areas down, the lawnmower will likely fail to properly gather up and mow the flattened plants.

But I may have primarily skipped out on any sunning this afternoon following my nap because I wanted to ensure that I did not drain myself and jeopardize a walk this evening.

I had my early a.m. five-mile+ walk, rising at 1:45 a.m. to ready for it. I saw that my wife had come home at some point following the finish of her full workday at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

My eldest stepson was still up, but I think that I may have sneaked away unnoticed.

My fully-clothed jacket-less weight may have been 185 pounds; and it was 2:24 a.m. once I was outside and set to go beneath a clear sky.

I had my stop at the elementary school playground three or so blocks from here; but even with my jacket off, I could not dare to attempt a seventh pull-up in the first set of pull-ups and chin-ups. So the six sets only resulted in this tally of repetitions: 6-2-3-2-2-2.

The last two sets were pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings; and I held out on the final pull-up for a 25-count.

Then it was over to the cement ramp for a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups.

As for the walk, I can only recall one two-part event being of any note. It began when I was nearly a mile from home on the outward leg of my walk. As I travelled Fraser Highway from King George Boulevard, I could hear sounds of a woman crying, and soon saw her likely coming from the area of the 7-Eleven at the intersection with 140th Street (Google Map).

I was on the opposite side of Fraser Highway from her. Whatever was amiss, she was motoring right along, snuffling and occasionally blurting out a crying jag.

Well, approximately an hour later as I was coming down Quibble Creek Greenway and was a short distance from Fraser Highway (Google Map), there was the same woman in the same state, but this time motoring her feet rapidly along Fraser Highway back towards the 7-Eleven area.

So obviously there was more in play than seemed. She was likely in a bad relationship with some jerk. I believe that I may have seen her before recently after dark ─ if so, she was hauling along a buggy laden with probable scavenged items, and some guy on a bicycle was coming up on her from well behind, and the twain stopped and remained in place until I was so far along the highway that it was no longer possible to discern if they were still where they had been.

I think that I have seen them before that occasion, as well. So they are potentially a homeless pair, or maybe they have tenancy in some place like "Foxglove". If they are homeless, they may have a camp somewhere in the Green Timbers Urban Forest Park.

I was back home by 4:28 a.m. this morning, and back to bed just ahead of 6 a.m., remaining there until nearly 8:30 a.m.

My younger brother never emerged from his bedroom until after 9 a.m., but close enough that I was barely able to take possession of the T.V. first.

Putting our Android TV Box to work, I led us off with a very good 56-minute (56:14) video published two days ago to Rumble's Doc Malik channel: #191 - Dr William Makis Part 1 - The Erosion Of The Medical Profession.

In this podcast, we talk about the collapse of medical ethics, the influence of Big Pharma, and the erosion of the medical profession

My next choice was 42 minutes (42:48), but not at all as enjoyable. It had been published June 21 to Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree channel: DR. WOLFGANG WODARG ON FALSE PANDEMICS.

Epidemiologist & Former Member of German Parliament, Wolfgang Wodarg, MD, discusses his new book, False Pandemics: Arguments Against the Rule of Fear, which examines the fabricated pandemic alarms of swine and bird flu designed to mislead millions. Hear why he believes it is vital for our immune systems to be exposed to viruses and his surprising take on the threat gain-of-function research.

It seemed to me that Del struggled to keep his guest elucidating, for the doctor never seemed very inclined to be elaborative nor even to the point sometimes. Del also overreacted too much to statements from Dr. Wodarg ─ it was as if Del was trying to make the dialogue seem more interesting than it was, for it often seemed to 'fall flat'.

Then it was back to bluedemon218 on BitChute for a 21-minute (21:04) video published October 14, 2020: Pedophile Park.

It concerned a 60 Minutes (Australia) segment reporting on a trailer park in Florida that's actually known with the less polite nickname "Pervert Park". The residents are sex offenders who are unable to live anywhere else because of their reputations and past convictions that likely have many of them wearing ankle monitors. 

We finished with a 59-minute video published July 4, 2019, at Rumble's Adaneth channel: Rise of the Clans | A Queen Betrayed (Episode 3). However, that link no longer seems to function, so it is fortunate that I had previously downloaded the video back on April 8 when it was still valid.

Episode 3: Neil reveals how the clans plotted against Mary Stewart, Queen of Scots, ultimately leading to the beheading of the most charismatic queen in Scottish history. The tale turns on a brother's plot to overthrow his sister in a ruthless bid for power. James Stewart, Earl of Moray, uses clan power to first control and then rid Scotland of his sister Mary. As she battles conspiracies, plots and counterplots, Mary is trapped in the cruel and tumultuous world of clan blood feuds. After they murder her husband Lord Darnley and Mary flees into the arms of the Earl of Bothwell, the most ruthless of Scotland's clan chiefs, civil war breaks out. Mary escapes to England, never to return again.

We had previously watched the earlier two episodes of the series.

My wife had another full day of work scheduled, so she rose around 9:30 a.m. and left us at something like 10:10 a.m. on her fairly long drive.

It has rather clouded over this early evening ─ maybe there will be no chance at all for sunning tomorrow.

As for my eldest stepson, he came to me quite early this evening to see if I had his last Notice of Assessment ─ apparently his younger brother offered to file the older lad's delinquent tax returns since that last filing.

Well, it would appear that 2019 was the last year that was filed by me, back when I was still doing so by paper. When 2020 rolled around, the older lad lost the statement of income for the substantial severance payment he received that year, and he was not even sure of the amount, let alone how much income tax had been withheld.

So we never filed that year nor since. He supposedly made an effort to set up an account with Canada Revenue Agency so that he could access his employment income statements, but he botched the process due to his untimely response with a mailed password or some such that was sent to him.

Let's move on this day.

Beginning to lag, I lied down a time to rest my eyes, and then I decided to watch a show on T.V. with a little drink. So I tuned in Castle Rock's final episode ("Clean"), and drank a can each of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and Old Milwaukee (4.5% alcohol).

What an effing disgusting cop-out for the finale of a series. It seems that I was right all along ─ Annie was insane. She kills by drowning her younger half-sister ("Joy") whom she raised as if the girl was her daughter, conning her to believe the same; and then we're to expect that Annie continues the rest of her life fantasizing that she revived Joy and they are thenceforth living in total harmony.

Garbage like this should never get published, let alone turned into a movie or T.V. series.

It is 9:22 p.m. ─ I must ready and get away on some semblance of a decent walk.

💀☠💀☠💀☠ Legends

Last evening seemed to progress remarkably well.

To boost myself for an evening 5.625-mile round trip walk to Real Canadian Superstore, I watched a commercial-free episode (via our Android TV Box) on T.V. of  DC's Legends of Tomorrow ─ episode three ("wvrdr_error_100<oest-of-th3-gs.gid30n> not found") of the seventh and final season.

I have grown to love this show ─ especially the many beautiful, inspiring women (and the actresses portraying them)! Physical Gideon (as portrayed by Amy Pemberton) has now become endeared to me. What a lovely songstress she is!

It was wonderful seeing so many of past Legends characters ─ I had forgotten a few of them.

The episode was such a delight to immerse myself into that I drank a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol) and two cans of Old Milwaukee (4.5% alcohol) within the course of the 42-or-so-minutes that it played, so I was definitely affected on my empty stomach.

My younger brother had arrived home before I left on my venture, so I had some communication with him first ere I left.

I forgot to mention yesterday that during my morning walk, while I was travelling a trail (Salal Trail) in Green Timbers Urban Forest Park, I had a wee shrew appear before me. It was like a furry little brown ping pong ball, and came forth from the brush into the centre of the trail just a yard or so ahead of me.

Apparently only then did it notice me.

So it turned about and practically bounced away back into the brush, almost as if it were floating much of the time ─ or even flying, like an oversized bumblebee.

Well, last night while travelling a back road, I met up with a short-haired drab-coloured cat that tentatively approached me, so I squatted down to be friendly with it. It may still have been young; and although it was not skinny, it was certainly on the lean side.

So I resolved to return the same way and if we still met up, I would have a can of water-packed sardines for it.

I had to cut my tour of the store short because of the pressing need to urinate. It was most fortunate that it was less than 10 minutes ahead of 11 p.m. and thus dark outside, for I had to resort to some low shrubbery a short distance from the store. My refuge for relief would not have been suitable in the daylight ─ I would have been very visible.

Anyway, as I was coming down that back road where I had met the cat ─ which was right in the area of a nearly right-angle curve ─ I could see a cat cross from the brushy growth of a Hydro right-of way over towards the sole sidewalk I was walking.

As I continued and made the curve, I could see what had to be a second cat coming along the sidewalk ─ this cat ducked into some woods when it saw me.

Then I saw the first cat ─ it was lying flat on the road against the curb, its attention fixed towards the second cat that was now out of sight.

Only just as I was almost abreast of the prostate cat did it realize my presence. It was spooked, and its eyes darted and its head swivelled as if to run towards the Hydro side of the road, but I think that it possibly thought that I had not seen it where it was almost hugging against the curb of the sidewalk; and I was walking the far side of the sidewalk without displaying any interest, so I believe that the cat resisted an initial urge to bolt.

And then I saw that it had some small, furry creature clamped in its jaws ─ likely a mouse.

So I just continued on my way as if none of this was business of mine, and I expect that the feline hunter relaxed somewhat ─ I never looked back, not wishing to generate a renewal of concern in the animal.

Then a quarter of a block along, some guy on what was likely an electric bicycle turned onto the road from another street and came firing along my way and whipped on past me, so I expect that the cat would definitely have taken flight at this unwanted approach.

Anyway, I got back home without any of the accursed lower left leg and foot lameness, although the foot's longitudinal tendon towards its heel insert was displaying tenderness.

My brother was still conscious and watching T.V.; and my wife had come home at some point and was already secured in her bedroom.

After I had dressed down in my bedroom and then joined my brother, and he gave his okay for me to put our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in The Last Kingdom ─ "Episode 3" of the fifth and final season.

Unlike with the previous two episodes, he remained fully conscious for this one, although he kept riddling the show with unwanted and interrupting commentary.

When it was finished, he requested "something short", so I tuned in the BBC Ghosts ─ episode five ("Carpe Diem") of season five.

My brother retired sensibly to his bedroom for the night; and although I soon retired to my own, my bedside computer led me to play the abysmal fool and possibly sit up until past 5 a.m., for it was daylight outside at the time.

Somehow, my morning commenced around 8:30 a.m. Yet despite feeling only a little short on sleep, I of course felt crestfallen for my villainy that had kept me from bed.

My brother never emerged from his bedroom until well beyond 9 a.m. ─ maybe beyond 9:30 a.m. ─ so I had control of the T.V. and used our Android TV Box to lead us off with an hour-long (1:06:51) video streamed June 21 to Rumble's Laura-Lynn Tyler Thompson channel: Two State Solution or Pipe Dream?

Joshua Waller joins us today. Joshua is a Christian who lives and works in Israel and has a good insight as to what the roadblocks are to a two state solution.

The Israel Guys: https://www.youtube.com/@TheIsraelGuys

Laura-Lynn is ─ from what I understand ─ misguided concerning Israel. She keeps mistakenly identifying that country as being the Israel spoken of in the Bible, but it is not. Today's country of Israel and its inhabitants are the Judah portion of the Twelve Tribes of Israel.

When the Bible speaks of other nations being blessed for standing with Israel, it was stating that those nations would be blessed for standing with the countries founded by all Twelve Tribes, and not just the Tribe of Judah.

The Lost Tribes primarily created the countries of the British Commonwealth and the U.S., as well as a majority of the European nations. Basically, the countries of White people, as bigoted as that may appear.

But I don't have time for this discussion ─ my evening is wearing on, and I want to rise at 1:30 a.m. to begin readying for a five-mile+ walk. Consequently, I want to soon be to bed.

My brother and I also watched the remainder of a 1½-hour (1:29:19) video that we had to depart from yesterday for want of time. Published March 22, 2022, it was at Rumble's America's Untold Stories channel: Major General Smedley Butler and the Business Plot Against FDR.

Major General Smedley Butler was a certified war hero awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor not once but TWICE. After his stellar career in the Marines he was approached by some business men offering to help veterans. Something seemed fishy and he decided to investigate.

We finished our viewing with a very old documentary on atom bomb testing, but I failed to adequately take note of the title, so I cannot identify it. I will do so tomorrow, for I have the video downloaded onto a thumb or flash drive attached to our Android TV Box.

My wife had a full workday today, so she left here by 10:30 a.m. on her rather long drive.

I could have sunned out in the backyard this afternoon, but even a restorative early afternoon nap could not remove my disappointment with myself. Too, my eldest stepson had today off work, so I was expecting that maybe he would be cutting the tall grass of our lawns ... but he did not.

It is 9:08 p.m. ─ time to brush my teeth and soon get to bed.

Cruel War

Where does my danged time go?! It is already past 7 p.m., and I have plans for an evening walk. I've just finished a bath that will soon have me drained and in need of a lie-down, so I cannot spend a lot of time on this entry.

When I rose at 4 a.m. this morning, I had been awake since before 3 a.m., for that was when I rose to micturate. I think that my wife had only recently gone to bed, having gotten home at some point after my retirement last night past 11 p.m.

I never got away on my walk until possibly 6:20 a.m., unsure even then just where I would grocery shop.

And I was lacking. I had no spunk or vim. Just the mere act of fairly leisurely walking had me breathing almost as if I was exercising ─ I don't know what the blazes is wrong with me.

Anyway, I ended up walking a version of my usual five-miles+ hike, and shopped at the Save-On-Foods outlet approximately ¾ of a mile from here as I was returning. I had withdrawn $200 from the ATM of my financial institution near to the store.

Once home, I put away my little shopping; and since no one else was up ─ apart from my eldest stepson who had a 6 a.m. 12-hour day shift he had left for while I was still home ─ I crashed back in bed.

I think that it was 10:06 a.m. when I later checked the time and rose, thinking that my younger brother was possibly even watching T.V. downstairs by then ─ but he had not yet emerged from his bedroom.

I actually felt quite poorly ─ I had deteriorated in bed rather than improved.

My brother never emerged from his bedroom until 10:45 a.m., by which time I had just started watching a video on T.V. via our Android TV Box.

At 16 minutes (16:23), it had been published two days ago to Rumble's Real Truth Real News channel: 💥🔥 HUGE! Public Health Worldwide Has Been Militarized Creating "Kill Zones" For Global Depopulation and Control! * See Documents 👇.

On January 24, 2023 Katherine Watt was an attendee at a press conference that discussed the ongoing emergency use rollout of bio-weapons being marketed as Covid vaccines. She discussed the legal framework for which this is happening and provides ways to circumvent the WHO/BIS/DOD initiatives that undermine sovereignty.

You'll have to refer to the video link for the links to documents and related videos ─ there are too many links for me to take the time to deal with.

Then it was a 1½-minute (1:38) video published yesterday at Rumble's AnitaKrishna channel: Dr. Makis on whether Global News is culpable.

A director I worked with at Global News has passed from an aggressive cancer this week. I don't think she was even 50 yet. Unnecessary and tragic loss of life. Seems like the time to repost what Dr. Makis told me six months ago.

Here's a longer version: https://rumble.com/v3wzm0y-dr.-makis-on-turbo-cancer-and-a-challenge-to-global-news.-cutdown-version..html

Next up was an oldie ─ at 19 minutes (19:46), it was uploaded June 15, 2013, to YouTube's The Best Film Archives channel: Cruel War with Japan - Bloodbath on Peleliu & Angaur (1944)_WWII Documentary on the Pacific Theatre.

We never quite finished the fourth video due to its length, so I will report on it tomorrow when we are done with it.

After my brother sought bed rest before leaving for the day, his girlfriend Bev phoned me ─ she had completely forgotten yesterday about submitting her fortnight claim online for further (un)employment benefits. Since she has no computer, I have been her agent or conduit for getting this done, so I fulfilled that role once again.

My wife had risen shortly before, but I had eaten by then and was soon enough to seek my needed nap at just about 2 p.m. Yet when at 3:15 p.m. I rose, expecting that she would have left to work the latter part of the day, she was still here.

She did have to work, but it was at least 3:30 p.m. when she left on her fairly long drive.

The day has been largely cloudy, and once I noticed in the latter afternoon that it very much wanted to rain, but I think that failed to develop.

It is now 8:17 p.m. ─ I must rest for that outing.

Due to not achieving bed last evening until (I believe) a little past 10 p.m., I set my cellphone alarm for 2 a.m. to get me up to ready for my five-mile+ walk.

I was to see that my wife had not come home after working at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time.

By the time I was set to leave, my fully clothed weight sans jacket was barely 186 pounds. If I am remembering correctly, it was something like 2:32 or 2:33 a.m. once I was on my way under an overcast sky.

I had my usual stop three or so blocks from here at an elementary school playground for a half dozen sets of pull-ups and chin-ups, doffing my jacket to engage them with the following repetition totals: 7-2-3-2-2-2.

The initial set of seven pull-ups was achieved ─ in non-strict fashion ─ despite immediately noticing that some of the involved musculature evidenced a wee bit of tenderness or strain from possible overwork.

The final two sets were pull-ups on a pair of gymnastics-style rings, and I did my best to hold the very final pull-up for a 25-count, although I was perforce slowly descending as I weakened after surpassing the count of 20.

Thereafter I finished with a dozen slow, full-range decline push-ups on a cement ramp.

I recall nothing of note about the walk itself, except that I put some conscious effort into avoiding excessive walking on the outside of my left heel, attempting to make better overall use of my heel. Whether that was the reason, I avoided the recurring lameness to my lower left leg and foot.

The walk took about five minutes over two hours, and I arrived home to find that my wife had come home at some point and gone to bed.

I was to remain up until at least 6:15 a.m. before getting back to bed where I was to remain until several minutes past 9 a.m., at which point my younger brother was watching T.V.

I could tell that he was watching a programme other than news, so I made no haste in joining him. Even after I went downstairs and had boiled water for a black instant coffee, I sat at the dining table to browse through the Saturday morning edition of the Vancouver Sun that I subscribe to, for I was giving my brother the opportunity to watch whatever he had on that was likely to end at 9:30 a.m.

To my considerable surprise, when his show concluded, he announced that he was already heading out. I didn't enquire why he was leaving so very early, but it did prove that he was going to be gone for the day.

This was to free me up to watch the 1½-hour video published yesterday at Rumble's A Warrior Calls channel: TRUTH THE WORLD MUST HEAR IF MANKIND IS TO SURVIVE.

Christopher James once again brings powerful truth with solution forward.
People world wide are in grave danger we must take this evil down
How it is done requires the BAR to be first wiped off the face of this earth.
Gather on Mass at Public Courthouses and move courts outside of the corrupt BAR
Lawyers and Judges are the enemy of the people learn why at www.awarriorcalls.com
The time has come... we must rise up and focus our efforts against corrupt society called the BAR.
Restore our Public Courthouse to Common law and all these pricks are finished many will swing for Genocide

Christopher loves using bombast, such that his descriptions can pretty much apply to any of his usual shows because the descriptions are so generically non-specific.

I had a couple of black instant coffees to offset the general listlessness that comes of my Sabbath fasts, so I suspect that the caffeine was largely why I was unable to nap when I sought to do so in the noon hour.

There was also hubbub out in the cul-de-sac, including the hysterical unbridled yapping of a poodle; and I was also a little uneasy because my brother's girlfriend Bev is supposed to submit online her fortnight report qualifying her for a further two weeks of (un)employment benefits ─ she has no computer, so she and I have been collaborating on that over the phone.

Heck, I was even a little uneasy that I might zonk out and not rouse before my wife finally got up, readied for her latter afternoon start of further work at the restaurant, and then herself leave for the day.

So I gave up the nap.

Well, as it turned out, my wife had basically nothing to say to me; and she even left for work around 3:15 p.m. without a word of goodbye to me.

But that's fine.

The day has remained overcast but bright and muggy, so early this afternoon I watched four further videos.

The first was 11 minutes (11:46), and had been uploaded two days ago to YouTube's Evan from Kamloops channel: Dave Rubin EXPOSES Justin Trudeau & Chrystia Freeland. The Rubin Report takes on Trudeau HARD!

Dave Rubin smacks down JustinTrudeau as only he can. Very entertaining show, touching on Populism, Online Hate Bill, The right turn in Europe and immigration.

This video was made from the June 11, 2024 The Rubin Report. The whole 1 hour episode (and all of his content for that matter) is excellent. He is not afraid to call it as he sees it, and that's refreshing. I'm a big fan! Here is the link to the full show:  https://www.youtube.com/live/Rv2SLa0u...

The other three videos were all published two days ago at Rumble's A Warrior Calls:

⭕ Canadian Whistleblower Billions in Corruption (5:35)

⭕ William Makis Exposes AHS Pedophilia Corruption (20:04)

Dr. William Makis - https://substack.com/@makismd
Canadian physician with expertise in Radiology, Oncology and Immunology. Governor General's Medal, University of Toronto Scholar. Author of 100+ peer-reviewed medical publications.

It was not explained, but the above video was part of an event called "An Injection of Truth" that was held June 17 in Calgary.

⭕ Powerful Truths For Americans and World Compilation (13:27)

Now on to me!

The worst part of these Sabbath fasts is having to abstain from any beer or other alcoholic drink. I would love to tune in a Christmas movie at afternoon's conclusion and enjoy some drinks with the feature to enhance emotional involvement, but this isn't going to be possible until well into the Fall when it starts getting dark early.

I am presently working on this post after 5 p.m. while there is still some afternoon (if evening can be deemed to commence at 6 p.m.), and around 5:10 p.m. I heard what I believed to be rain falling ─ a check to verify proved me to be correct.

So no guilt here about not being out there experiencing the daylight.

Then just past 5:30 p.m. I became aware that it was brilliantly sunny outside!

And I have yet to hear from Bev, by the way.

I have just finished stripping naked for a weigh-in, and I am apparently mirroring that of a week ago ─ possibly as much as 179 pounds. For some reason, I feel fair desperation to keep my fasting body weight below 180 pounds.

My plan for the morrow is as usual ─ I intend to rise at 4 a.m. and try to be away by around 6 a.m. for a five-mile+ walk and some grocery shopping. Since I cannot eat today until after it gets dark, I will have my supper waiting for me here in my bedroom in case I have to hie myself here due to the early advent home by my younger brother ─ there can be no late evening watching our shows-in-common with him, or my early rise overnight will be compromised.

It is now presently approaching 7 p.m. ─ I am going to break for a while and rest my eyes a little. Perhaps I will add something further anon before publishing.

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Conclusion.

Wanting to use up some daylight, I tuned in the "Pilot" episode of Superman & Lois's season one, expecting it to be a weak DC experience. Was I wrong! I loved it.

I knew I should be identifying Lois Lane's Elizabeth Tulloch, but I just could not place her. I now see that she was the long-suffering girlfriend of the main character of the T.V. series Grimm, which I always liked. She's a natural brunette beaut, so it's nice to be able to watch her again.

I just didn't expect the show to be an extended episode, but that was scant negative ─ if at all.

However, darkness was taking its time arriving; and when it was something like 9:45 or even 9:50 p.m., I dared wait no longer to break my fast ─ my brother might arrive home at any point. This is truly annoying about Summer!

So I had a sensible meal, and then drank a can of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

The episode ended; and not too much later, I espied my brother's van out front and about to back into the driveway.

Time to shut down the T.V. and Android TV Box, and hide away in my bedroom where I keep my bedside computer.

I never did hear from Bev, so maybe she got someone else to submit her E.I. report ... or she figured that tomorrow was going to be adequately timely.

Enough blogging ─ it is 11:10 p.m., so I must wrap things up and get to bed.

Courtship

Last evening's hike was only to the Green Timbers Liquor Store where I bought a 1.75-ml bottle of Dewar's Blended Scotch Whisky "White Label" for my younger brother's upcoming 72nd birthday in July, and I also got myself an eight-pack of Cariboo Malt (8% alcohol).

The total bill came to something under $80.50, I believe; but I was still feeling the can each of Cariboo Malt and Old Milwaukee (4.5% alcohol) that I had drunk before leaving on the outing, so I told the gal at the counter to make it $85 even and put the change in the tip jar.

Yesterday was the point in the year when the daylight hours were at their peak; henceforth, there will be fewer and fewer minutes of daylight for the next six months, and so that day is coming when I will be able to leave home early enough in the evening to have sufficient darkness to comfortably enable me to actually shop once more at a government liquor store before it closes. And thus the self-imposed guilt of needing to keep tipping each time I go shopping for beer will be removed.

Government liquor stores tend to close hereabouts at 9 p.m. (Sundays 7 p.m.), so due to my intense dislike of being public in daylight, I generally have not yet even left home at 9 p.m. on evenings when I plan any of my walks. This is the only thing I do not like about Summertime.

The Green Timbers Liquor Store is open until 11 p.m. ─ as once were government liquor stores when I was much younger.

Anyway, I got back home to find my brother watching T.V. He had actually bused off in the afternoon to rendezvous at a pub with one or two of his drinking buddies, and he may even have been at the Green Timbers Pub.

When I dressed down and eventually joined him, putting our Android TV Box to work, I tuned in Noughts + Crosses ─ "Episode 4" of season one.

Then I was getting set to play an episode of The Rig, but I was unsure just which episode was next ─ that's the damned problem with these series that do not actually give the episodes a title nor a proper write-up.

My brother had directed that I play something short whilst I was seeking the proper episode, so I was too tentative and selected an episode already seen. However, my brother had been passed out through almost all of it that first time, so this time he only recognized the last portion of it.

I played "Episode 3" last night, but I should really have selected "Episode 5".

And so it was time lost when I could have been watching something totally new to me. Fortunately, there must have been other things going on here that first time, for much of the show was unremembered.

My brother did smartly go to his bedroom for the night following the episode. I am unclear on just when I got to bed. In total last evening ─ including before my walk ─ I drank three cans of Cariboo Malt and one of Old Milwaukee.

My morning today began around 8:30 a.m., and I got control of the T.V. shortly past 9 a.m. because my brother had not yet emerged from his bedroom.

When he did join me before too long, I put our Android TV Box to work and led us off with a seven-minute (7:08) video published June 16 to Rumble's ElsaIsElsa channel: UPDATE. REINER FUELLMICH. A VERY INTERESTING STORY.

Update from Reiner, seeing the huge changes in the world, and seeing the turn of events in favor of justice. But not a quick victory.

Next was a 44-minute (44:19) video published earlier today at Rumble's WTFLouie channel: God's Wrath Upon the Wizards of Pharmakeia Dr William Makis MD 30-May-2024.

https://rumble.com/v4ykgj8-gods-wrath-upon-the-wizards-of-pharmakeia-dr.-william-makis-md.html
Persecuted Canadian Doctor (Oncologist) William Makis returns to SGT Report to share some good news for those who have been damaged by the Pfizer or
Moderna mRNA Bioweapon, there is treatment and hope - but there must also be justice and indictments of the criminals who pushed the death jab on humanity. So pray that God's wrath be let loose upon the wizards of pharmakeia.

Our last video was not shy of two hours by very much (1:53:27), and had been streamed yesterday at Rumble's Vaccine Safety Research Foundation channel: VSRF Live #132: Turbo Cancers Rage On! An Interview with Dr. William Makis.

On this week’s VSRF Live, Steve speaks with Dr. William Makis, famed Canadian physician with expertise in Radiology, Oncology and Immunology, on the growing and undeniable body of evidence that “turbo” cancers are real and affecting vast numbers of people around the world, most of whom have been Covid-19 vaccinated.

Dr. Makis will present his hypotheses on the mechanisms of action between the experimental vaccines and these novel, out of control cancers, as well as his work with various drugs including Ivermectin, Fenbendazole and other homeopathic treatments which have shown promise in combating this frightening new spin on an old and much feared disease.

Dr. Makis has been an outspoken dissident of the experimental C19 injections, mandates and other dangerous and ineffective Covid-19 policies and thinking over the last 4 years. He holds a Governor General’s Medal, is a University of Toronto Scholar, is the author of 100+ peer-reviewed medical publications and publishes a highly successful Substack titled “Covid Intel” where he posts about all things COVID-19; including sudden deaths, mRNA vaccines, vaccine injuries, new pandemics and more.

My wife had gotten home sometime last night after I had fallen asleep, for I never heard her. She rose late this morning, though ─ or into the noon hour ─ before I had yet sought a needed nap following my day's first meal.

Actually, I was still up when my brother finished his bed rest and left for the day, for it was basically 2 p.m. by the time I crashed.

This spoiled any hopes of some sunning later. For one thing, my wife never left for work until around 3:30 p.m. And by then, the sky had lightly hazed over. Compounding everything was the fact that I was feeling somewhat unpleasant following my nap that actually brought on some decline instead of restoration.

And I honestly did not expect that the sky would soon turn brilliantly blue again.

Nevertheless, with two blog posts to create, my opportunity for sunning was lost.

There will be no late evening for me, since I hope to rise at 1:30 a.m. to ready for a five-mile+ walk.

I am also going to be entering into my Sabbath fast with the arrival of sundown, so even if I did not have plans to rise overnight, I would not in the least find it enjoyable sitting up with my drunken brother watching any of our shows with him when I am unable to do any drinking myself.

Still, I am not undesirous of some good T.V. and a couple or so drinks.

Thus, while indulging in some supper early in the evening, I tuned in an Alicia Witt appearance on Law & Order: Criminal Intent ─ specifically, season seven's episode six ("Courtship").

I watched the episode here on my computer while enjoying a can of Cariboo Malt ─ my video source was this link at M4uHD.net. I do prefer a softer, friendlier Alicia Witt than her detective persona, but I'll watch her however I can in anything I have not before seen.

The beer was inadequate. Since the evening had begun clouding over sufficiently that the westward direction of our living room window allowed me to enjoy some T.V. instead of having the room bathed in blinding sunlight, I resort to the T.V. and our Android TV Box and tuned in an episode of The Flash ─ episode three ("Armageddon, Part 3") of season eight.

During it, I had my second can of malt, and one of Bumper Crop Crisp Apple Cider (7% alcohol). Perhaps that contributed to why I enjoyed the episode more than I might otherwise have done.

I am inclined for even more, but it is already 9:27 p.m., so I must quite blogging for today. Bedtime imperatively must be soon!